Swirling Wind and Rain.
Lilacs Have Come, Spring Has Sprung.
Pink, Purple and White.
A Breeze Sways the Branch.
Heavy Flowers Back and Forth.
Lilacs Drip With Rain.
Now, Sparkling in Sun.
The Lilacs Cheer My Spirit.
Beautiful Flowers.
(Marie M. Daniels)
All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world.
By definition, a blemish is an imperfection. A wrinkle is a fold, crease or ridge in the skin…typically a side effect of aging (and living!) or soaking your hands and/or feet in water too long. Cracks are for sidewalks, not faces. Freckles are appreciated and admired by some and a source of consternation to others (for those who have ever tried lemon juice and Porcelana cream, you know what I’m talking about). Rust can either diminish your car’s value or enhance your building’s patina. And who doesn’t think dimples aren’t the cutest things ever?
I believe that our “flaws” are what make the world beautiful; stretch marks and all.
Rustic (ruhs-tik) : def. 1. Suitable for the country. 2. Made of rough limbs of trees. 3. Of or resembling country folk. 4. Lacking in social graces or polish. 5. Simple, artless or unsophisticated. 6. Uncouth, crude, boorish, awkward. 7. Having rough surfaces. 8. Lacking refinement or elegance. 9. Charmingly simple.
I think there is an inherent allure to battered old barns, wooden fence posts or rusty nails. Charmingly simple.
From a distance, the middle of winter can seem unsightly. Brown, gray, wilted, withered and downright dead.
But get up close enough, and winter looks deceptively glamorous.
The vertical glamour shot:
The glamour head shot:
The cheesecake/beefcake shot:
The ubiquitous close-up shot:
And the perfect boudoir shot:
MUST BE 18 TO ENTER:
— Gertrude Stein.
One rose viewed in different ways is still the same rose whether uplit, backlit, spotlighted or highlighted.
A recent Sunday drive south on Parker Road out of Denver ended at Castlewood Canyon State Park. This is a lovely state park with hiking trails, sightseeing, and picnic areas. Cherry Creek runs along the bottom of the canyon. Ruins of the Castlewood Canyon Dam that broke in 1933 flooding Denver and an abandoned homestead reveal bits and pieces of local history. This park should be on your list of places to visit this year.
I know I’ll be going back.
Sounds like the opening of a terrific rant, right? A rant that could be somewhat fitting in today’s climate of against-ness: political finger pointing and fault finding, economic blaming, moral side taking, and overall polarization. “I’m against daylight. It wakes me up, makes me squint (which will inevitably cause deep wrinkles), forces me to buy special tinted prescription glasses, and has been known to turn my skin a shocking shade of crimson.” I could go on and on.
But I won’t (I can feel your relief from here).
Against daylight or contre-jour (look that up in your Funk and Wagnalls) refers to the deliberate use of backlighting a subject. A silhouette emphasizing shapes and outlines. This high-contrast technique can produce some striking results.
When most plant life outside is hibernating, it’s nice to have pretty tabletop nature inside. I managed to coax a funny looking bulb into this graceful bloom.
The beauty of winter is upon us.
Colorado’s Front Range does not often see a white Christmas. In fact, we have only seen one inch of snow on the ground in 37 percent of our Christmases over the past 111 years. This year we have A LOT of snow on the ground…over a foot at our house.
This Christmas morning was covered in snow with a dusting of frost. Catching frost in the sunlight at just the right angle can be magical.
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